Haha! I promised smut, so here it is!

There were virtually no sounds as the two men made their way into Szayel's bedroom. God forbid their lips left the others for even a second. The older man pulled away first, gasping for air. It had been so long since he'd tasted another person. And God, this boy tasted good. Lightly, the pink haired writer pushed the teenager backward onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He covered what might have been protests with his lips as his hands started to undo Grimmjow's shirt. He was trying to stop the talking, cause once that started; everything would go all to shit. They'd start wondering what the fuck they were doing and it would stop. No, Szayel couldn't have that. Grimmjow let out a low groan as the older man pinched a hard nipple between his fingers.

"I see, you're sensitive there," Szayel teased, moving away from the other's mouth. "Let's see what happens when I-" He cut himself off and dropped his head to Grimmjow's chest. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over the hard bud and smirked at the soft moan that followed in its wake.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've never been touched before," His hand mimicked his tongue on the other nipple as Grimmjow bit his lip to keep from making another sound. He couldn't believe he was getting this turned on… by a guy no less! He thought he had more pride than this! But, ooh... Szayel knew exactly where to touch him. "I think I'm right. Is little Grimmy a virgin?" Szayel mocked. His hands continuing their work, his sinful tongue decided to make its way down the well muscled teen's body. Goose bumps sprang up wherever the skin was touched.

"Ahh, shut up." Grimmjow said, trying not to enjoy this and failing miserably. He wanted Szayel to stop tormenting him and touch him where he wanted to be touched most. Szayel had his own agenda though, because he pulled away completely.

"On your stomach," He commanded, undoing Grimmjow's belt as he spoke. "Scratch that, on all fours." Why was Grimmjow shivering in anticipation? Surely his body didn't want this?! Well, his brain didn't want it all that much. He was just here for the sake of being touched by someone. But in order for the touching to continue, he had to do what the writer wanted him to do. So, he obligingly rolled onto all fours. In a second, his pants were pulled off and discarded, and he was naked in front of the other man. Never before in his life had he felt more exposed… and strangely, he didn't mind it. Szayel looked at the teenage boy in front of him and had to bite hit tongue hard to keep from making a sound. With his clothes on, Grimmjow was an impressive sight, but that had nothing on his he looked naked. Not wanting to take his eyes off of the sight in front of him, Szayel reached into the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a small tube. He popped the top and coated his fingers with the substance.

"So my little virgin," He said, moving behind Grimmjow. "Let's see just how long your endurance is." He smirked and dropped out of sight. Thirty seconds later, Grimmjow felt a warmth envelope his cock. Szayel's well practiced tongue began to caress the soft flesh as he sucked generously. Meanwhile, his fingers reached up and pressed against the other's entrance. Was he seriously going to finger him while sucking him off?! Grimmjow's sex-hazed brain couldn't exactly comprehend it; that is until two fingers pushed their way inside him.

"Ngh!" Noises be dammed! Grimmjow was starting to pant as the fingers made their way in and out, preparing him for something else entirely. Szayel laughed around his cock, sending vibrations that shot up to his stomach. That was it, if that pink haired bastard did one more thing, he was going to come. Said 'pink haired bastard' seemed to know this, so he took in as much of the teen as he could and hummed loudly. "Ah!" Grimmjow let out a mix of a moan and a cry as he came. Szayel swallowed every drop of seed and gave Grimmjow's manhood one last lick before moving out from under him, withdrawing his fingers as he did. He began to unbutton his own shirt, and wiggle out of his pants at the same time.

"Well that didn't last long," He said, sounding bored. Grimmjow was in a post-climax haze and couldn't answer him. Gently, he rolled the blue haired boy onto his back. "Hopefully you last longer this time." He gave the boy a kiss and pressed the tip of his manhood at his entrance. Waiting a second so the kid could prepare himself, the novelist slammed into him, fully sheathing himself into the tight warmth.

"Agh!!" The scream of pain was accompanied by long scratches down Szayel's back. Szayel didn't seem to care as he continued to thrust, trying to find the spot that would mix mind numbing pleasure in with the pain. In between harsh panted and half-threats, Grimmjow let out a moan and roughly grabbed Szayel by the hair. It was safe to assume that the spot had been found. The writer made sure to only hit that spot as he pounded the teenager into the mattress. His hand came up and wrapped around the other's cock. He began to pump in time with his thrusts. Grimmjow was no match for all this. Szayel had him crying out in an orgasm in no time.

OOO

"I'm home!" Il Forte walked into the living room. Grimmjow shot him a scowl from his desk.

"Took you long enough!" He snapped, standing up and grabbing his bag as he did. "I'm leaving now!" He said, glaring over his shoulder at Szayel, who was sitting on the couch reading.

"Fine then, just be sure to come back tomorrow." He said, his voice calm as ever. Grimmjow had to fight to prevent any kind of blush from appearing on his cheeks. He just rolled his eyes at Il Forte and walked to the door.

"Later." He said to the blonde, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss before slipping out the door. Il Forte watched him walk down the street before heading into the house.

"You didn't scare him away. I'm impressed." He said with sarcasm. He couldn't see his brother's smiling face behind his book.

"On the contrary, I think he'll be coming back more often." Szayel was trying his best to keep the raw amusement out of his voice.

OOO

Grimmjow flopped backwards onto his bed, wincing a little as his ass made contact. He wondered what the hell was the matter with him. He had just slept with his tutor. Another male! Not to mention his friend's older brother! He must have been hornier that he thought when he left his house. Whatever, it didn't matter anymore. He had gotten it out of his system. Tomorrow when he went over, nothing would happen. He'd just do the damn work the pervert gave him and nothing sexual would happen. The thing that bothered him most was the fact that he was unsure if he wanted it to happen. No! He wasn't into guys! But how did that explain Il Forte? Easy… he looked like a woman. But what about Szayel? Sure he looked feminine, but there was no way some one would mistake him for a chick. It was all too confusing for the high schooler to figure out, so he gave up and just tried his best to fall asleep. It took longer than usual because every time he closed his eyes, he felt Szayel's hands running all over him.

Awwww... poor Grimmy's a little confused! I think I'll have them go out next chapter... buuuuut idk yet.

Till next time

Sarang Hae!!!